Page 56 of Little Blue

“I will make you happy.” He kisses my lips, softly this time. It’s not the consuming fire of our first kiss, but somehow, this kiss cuts deeper. It scores to the very deep of me where my wounded soul hides, quivering, and already so broken.

I gasp in air, vowing, “No. I’ll never be happy. Not with you and not with someone else.”

Breaths shudder from my lungs. Emotion threatens to clamp off my airways. This man is invading the inner parts of me like he invaded my life—my choice.

“I’ll show you pleasure. I’ll give it to you until you crave me like a drug.” He’s kissing down my neck again, licking into the hollow of my throat.

I’m so wet for him, it hurts. I feel so empty. So tragically barren.

My breasts quiver as he kisses a burning trail between them, before licking a searing path up the underside of one, to my painfully pebbled tip. He twirls his tongue around and around until I’m crying out, pleading for him to stop. To continue. I don’t even know anymore…

He moves between my breasts, taking turns driving me to the brink of something before he shifts to the other again. My core cramps. A tight knot of need I have no hope of fighting twists in the deep of my belly as he pushes back on his haunches once again.

“Are you wet for me, Little Blue?”

I bite my tongue, unwilling to answer.

He grins, like it’s a challenge he hoped I’d present.

Leaning over me again, he shoves one big hand into my panties. He wastes no time diving into the short curls and pushing into the wet heat of my pussy. I gasp and he groans, his mouth falling to mine, tongue invading my mouth as his finger dips into my core.

My body tenses at the quick, unexpected intrusion. This is nothing like my books, where the men take their time, playing with her clit first.

Oh, wow. His finger is thick.

“Fuck. You’re tight,” he rumbles between kisses. As for me, I gasp for air. For something, anything, to cool the burn in my lungs.

Ilya pulls his finger out before sliding in again, slower this time. It’s only his finger, but I feel so full. Heat threatens to burst me at the seams as I writhe against my restraints.

“Christ, you’re wet. Greedy little pussy pulling me in.” He nips at my chin. I whimper. “You’ll feel so good wrapped tight around my cock.”

My core spasms. I shudder. “Please.”

He quickens the thrust of his finger in and out of me, his palm teasing into the pearl of need at the crest of my sex.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Beg, Little Blue.”

“No.” I shake my head when I feel him add a second finger, stretching me. Panic and desire battle as I whisper, “Please. Slow, Ilya. Slow—I’m not?—”

He doesn’t slow. He stops altogether. His blue eyes are impossibly sharp as they land on my face. “You’re not…?”

“I’m n-not ready for t-this.”

He smirks, a little of the devil overtaking his expression. “Oh, you’re ready.”

He starts to move his fingers again. The stretch of both pressing into me, filling me, has my heels digging into the bed as I inch my body up the mattress, away from him.

“Ilya,” I cry out as the stretch begins to burn. He must hear the discomfort in my plea, because he stops again, knuckle deep. “I’m not—I haven’t—p-please.”

This time, he pulls his fingers from my pussy, his hand from my panties. Horrified arousal stings my flesh like a thousand bees as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks me clean from him. His eyes hold mine through it all, and I think I might die.

Then, with the same hand he’d had in my panties, he captures my chin between thumb and finger. His eyes drill into the vault of mine. The prize he seeks?—my secrets.

His voice impossibly deep, he asks, “What haven’t you done, Little Blue?”

My lungs seize the air I so desperately need to breathe as I whisper with the last of my air, “I haven’t—anything.”

He inhales a sharp breath through his nose. “Are you innocent?”

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